[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Yeah, season opener, smokin' dope fo' sure
Super bowl time, white t-shirt, open fur
Hella gold, yellow and rose, baby chose
Let her roll, loosen that grip, she tryna dip
Fuck's wrong with you, unhands that bitch
I pull at the lot with that stacks bag, and don't finance shit
Rich, and I know what to do with the money
Rich engineer, pushin' buttons, I'm in the booth, cocaine cuttin'
Lines numbin' their minds, they high, baby girl
Got that California fire, stoned, Chinese eyes
On a midnight drive, reflectin' on the game
How it all went down in that time frame, no mind games
Dollar signs on the brain, I do it how they done it
'71 mayne, 2' my n***a, but I'm only wearing one chain
Look at how the game changed since son came
I ain't gon say much, baby

[Interlude]
Yeah
Yeah
Jones, yeah
Jet plane, our gang

[Verse 2: Fiend]
Can’t escape from ballin’, that Wraith callin’, way harder
You can’t afford it, my name in the claim, the game enormous
Made residuals off a digital clock, yams in the spot
In the city the block, start with the man up top
In my navy blue Cutlass, roll the city through the roughest
Where it's hate so much, I love it, was breakin’ down these nuggets
Mackin’ out in public, I ain’t actin’ on assumption
Hold my money, tight stuntin’, ‘cause we came from nothin’
Big boy, fresher than he ever was
Our presence on the scene is just like you never was
I'm in some good cat, with some better bud
Went for it, but you never budge, ate so much we damn near—
Left a skeleton, countin’ money having fun
I really gotta have me one
I pick it out like, “Gimme that-a one”
Look up in the sky, baby